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Alexander stared in awe as he and his brother walked down the streets of Puerto Rico.

The buildings were a lot more polished since he left. The streets were cleaned of waste and litter and the place was almost peaceful. Junior smiled at his brother's enthusiasm towards the change of their homeland. He appreciated that his brother liked it so much.

The two exited the city and made their way to a house that sat close to the beach. The house was painted white and the wooden patio was cleaned. Alex looked at the home with wide excited eyes as he jumped up the stairs to the patio. He knew that this was his childhood home. His mother would always sit on the patio and watch the boys play in the sand.

James Jr. smiled as well, walking up on the patio and sitting his brother down in the single wooden chair that was on the platform. He sat next to him on the ground before saying.

"Do you remember this place Alexander?"

"How could I forget?" Alex chuckled. "This is mi casa!" (my house)

Junior nodded, watching the waves as they made their way to shore like an excited crowd before hurrying back into the sea. He then looked up at his brother.

"You know I worried about you everyday, mi hermano." Junior told him. "I was afraid that I'll never see you again. After the town funded your trip to America and sent you off, I had no one to turn to… You were the only family I had and I couldn't bear to see you go…"

Alexander looked down at his brother sorrowfully as James continued. "Then when you washed up on the shore hurt… I was scared and happy at the same time. I was happy because I haven't seen you in so long! At the same time, I was scared you were dead…"

"¿Hermano mayor?" (Big brother)

Alex put his hands through his brother's hair. Junior's eyes started to fill up with tears as he rested his head on his little brother's lap. Alexander then spoke.

"I'm fine. It only a slight gash in my head… The doctor already said I was fine. You're worrying a lot hermano… Just calm down. I'm here now."

"I know." he sniffed. "Muchas gracias." (Thank you so much)

"De nada." (You're welcome)

Junior wiped his face before getting up and walking towards the front door. He smiled at his brother before saying. "Are you hungry?"

"Si!" Alexander beamed, jumping up from the chair and making his way into the house with his brother. The young Hamilton admired the house as his brother lead him to the living room. Everything was so polished since he left. The floor were so clean and the furniture was new. In the living room it had a wooden coffee table that was painted a even coat of black. The couch was white and soft and a mat was on the floor below the little table. Alex looked at his brother.

"You sure you don't have much money mi hermano? This place looks amazing!"

"Si." he nodded heading to the nearby kitchen. He continued to talk to his brother as he started to prepare breakfast. "Some of the furniture was given to me by Dr. Roberts. When he and his wife get new stuff, they would see if I want it before tossing it out. The coffee table and the chair outside is the little things I made."

"You made this?" he blinked.

"Yeah." the older Hamilton beamed. "I repair boats and furniture for the town and on my leisure time, I start little projects for the house."

Junior started chopping up some potatoes, tomatoes and onions before taking out a pan. Alexander watched in interest before getting off the couch and started coming to the kitchen when James stopped him.

"Go sit down Alexander. I want to surprise you!"

Alexander chuckled before sitting down. He wanted to know what was being prepared but since his brother said to sit, he might as well. He looked around the room before stumbling upon a photo that hung near the staircase. The young Hamilton got up and made his way towards it. He took it off the wall and examined the photo.

There was a picture of his family. His mother was laying in bed had tears in her eyes. Her brown hair looked a little messy and she seemed tired. Her caramel eyes started down at a baby in her arms. The young baby was fast asleep and a young boy sat next to his mother. The little boy was obviously Junior and in the picture he had kissed the little baby on the forehead. Lastly, his father was also in the picture. He sat on the opposite side of the bed. He was smiling at the two brothers as well as holding his mother's hand. This was the day Alex was born.

Alexander smiled at the photo before looking up the staircase. He placed the picture back on the wall before making his way upstairs. He opened the first door to reveal his mother's old room. He almost wanted to cry as he looked at the large photo of her that sat above the bed. Unlit candles sat on her night stand and her dresser, which still contained all of her old clothes. He closed the door before heading to the next room.

He opened the door and noticed that this was Junior's room. A box television sat on top of his wooden dresser. His room was somewhat neat with a few pieces of clothing scattering in a few places. His bed was a mess though, with his blanket and sheets almost touching the floor. Alex shook his head before exiting the room. Alexander made his way to the last room and chuckled at what he saw.

This was his room, still looking like how he left it. A picture of when he caught his first fish with his brother. The memories of when he and his mother would play on the beach and build sand castles or find sea shells. He didn't pay any mind to the tears that went down his eyes. All the memories they had here were too good to just get rid of. He beamed as he noticed all the scattered pieces of paper with pages of writing. He couldn't get many notebooks when he was a child so he just got pieces of paper and just kept them together like a book that's never been sealed.

He picked up a few of the pages and neatly put them on his desk. His bed was made and the room smelled fresh. Does Junior still clean these rooms even though he's the only one living here? Alex shook his head and admired the room some more, sitting on his bed to view it in comfort. He sighed.

"I sure do miss this place."

"Alexander! Breakfast!" Junior called, from the stairs. Alex immediately headed out the room before going down the steps. He went to the kitchen table and grinned childishly at what he saw.

"Tortilla de papas!" (Spanish Omelet) he cheered before getting into his seat and started to eat. James laughed as he sat down as well. As Alexander gobbled down his meal, Junior looked at him and said with a great amount of seriousness.

"I want you to stay."

Alexander swallowed his mouthful of food before gasping. "What?"

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~ShyWrites

*gives you a spanish omelet and dances away*